6 comments/ 46386 views/ 17 favorites Bait Girl By: nicoloco Part 1 - Fishing for Strange Shifting and sliding through the crowd at this noisy lesbian bar, I felt like a sperm fighting its way up a moist, rubbery vagina. How's that for a mental image, Sparky? I wanted it gone as soon as it popped into my head. I ignored the looks I assumed I was getting from the femmes and butches and the slumming shy girls as I rubbed by them. I'm used to being one of a few guys at an all-girl party. That's because I fish in these waters. Right now I'm laser-locked on the scene I'm angling toward. Someone has taken my bait. Let's see if we're netting or tossing back. My name's Jake. You'd guess it's short for Jacob, right, but bzzzt. It's Jacoby, an old family name with an even older last name. I'm not so crass that I'd tell you I'm loaded. Let's just say I can pursue my hobbies at my leisure, which I've done for some 34 years. And rich or not, I am filthy. I wouldn't say I'm attractive, but I do know that money, like power, imparts a beckoning glow to the plainest of men. Kissinger, eh? 'Nuff said. I was now close enough to observe two women engaged in a rite of seduction, their lust a cone of silence that muted the DJ throb. Both seemed oblivious to my gaze, but one was not. That one raised a questioning eyebrow to me as she maneuvered her companion for display. She brushed back the hair from a pretty face and stroked an upper arm, straying to a subtle curve of breast. Nice, I thought. So I nodded. That's Amy. We've done this before. Amy is younger, 24 now I think, with qualities that keep her vital. She has Looks, sure, but also Class, the unassuming sort that clicks the heels of maitre d's. Auburn locks over soft green eyes, an open oval face atop a slim, pale frame - one look tells you she's a rare and delicate flower. Hah. Amy is my bait. And she's a living caution about books and covers. Men, and happily for this adventure some women, are drawn into her orbit like asteroids to a pulsar. You'd never guess she was born poor, as attuned to the ways of the working girl as she is to the debutante's. She knows what people want and she's willing to promise it - because I ask her to, and because it pleases her. Amy likes this game. In contrast to the elegance she projects she's at least as dirty and sexy as I am. I haven't found her limits, but I don't press very hard - I'm a bit wary of her intensity. Let me say this: I would never kill. Amy might. The doubt is electric. I approach the pair, knowing that if things go well we'd both be fucking her new friend tonight. ==================== "Oh, hi Jake, wow what a surprise!" Our heads were nearly touching: bone conduction is how you converse in places like this. "I didn't expect to see you here. And oh, I'm sorry, Jake this is... Judy, right?" said Amy to introduce her blushing companion. A bit of psychology there: she knew her name, but the question framed their relative status. "Judy, this is my good friend Jake. Listen Jake, this is great timing, we wanted to get out of here but we've both had a little too much. Could you be our sober ride?" And that's how it started, how it always starts. From a duo to a trio so smoothly Judy never considered they could just catch a cab. "Sure, glad to help. Meet you out front in five." I was idling at the curb when they popped out 15 minutes later. "Where to, ladies?" They giggled like girls (duh) in whispered conference, proposing this place, rejecting that. They'd had enough of the clubs tonight. Judy's roommate is ill, no privacy there. Amy lives with her parents (no she doesn't), so... "Um Jake, I know this is a little weird but could we maybe kind of, you know, crash at your place for a while?" I frowned. "Wow, Amy, I don't know. It's a bit of a mess. I wasn't expecting company." Much. Except two horny women. More giggles, eyes locked in conspiracy. "Oh, we won't notice. Stop and let me pick up some wine, it'll be cool." I acquiesced, ever the gracious host. We liquored up and before long we pulled into the garage under my building. When I say "my building" I'm being literal. So I get the top floor. They supported each other as we weaved and laughed our way to the elevator. The night doorman knew this scene and managed to leer deferentially, the way doormen can. It must be an acquired skill. The ride up found Amy and Judy groping in one corner. The security camera gave the doorman even more reason to leer. When we arrived at the penthouse I think Judy was surprised that the doors opened right onto my foyer. Anyway, she blinked and gawped a bit because she knew that in this town space and height equal money. My secret was out. As she checked out my digs I returned the favor. What I'd seen in the club was more evident now. She wasn't quite in Amy territory but she had a lot going on and she was definitely our type. Slim but not skinny, obviously fit. Maybe yoga, Pilates, something like that. Not top heavy but no doubt a female. She wore a skirt with bare legs and a backless top that showed no bra. She didn't need one. Like Amy, she was pale but with a healthy natural rouge. I think I'm going to like fucking Judy. I made a small show of 'straightening up', which meant moving some pillows and stacking some magazines. The women found glasses and popped a cork. I rolled up a fattie and we passed it around. I'm pretty sure it was better shit than Judy usually got, with decidedly aphrodisiac qualities. You see, the ratio of THC to CBD is key to... say what? You don't give a fuck about chemistry, you want to hear about the girls? Well, excuse me. I turned on some tunes and leaned on the bar several feet away as the two of them tucked up onto the sofa. Amy teased one of Judy's curls with a finger. Judy eyed Amy with a frankness that left no doubt where her thoughts lay. I became invisible. They leaned in to taste each other's lips, their tongues flicking. Wine glasses found coasters, leaving hands free to stroke breasts and thighs. The sex heat rose, a simmer now but soon a boil. Amy explored inside Judy's top with a flat-handed rub and a tweak of the nipples, which made them stand. Soon her hand strayed under Judy's skirt and parted her legs in my general direction, displaying a wispy thong that barely concealed her treasure. They locked in a deep kiss, Amy dominant. Judy shifted a bit so Amy could ease the thong aside. This slow reveal was much sexier than just quickly getting her naked. I could see enough to note that she wasn't completely bare. Her inner lips were flushed and flowering, meaty enough to nibble. Amy mushed them around, adding a circular rub to Judy's clit hood (anti-clockwise, since we're in the northern hemisphere). Her moaning was audible, her need palpable. Her pussy scent mingled with the redolence of pot smoke and fine Bordeaux. My cock was a bone, erect but still concealed, straining at my slacks. Over the years and especially since Amy, I've come to appreciate the slow, steady approach to passion. Release is more complete when delayed, when tension is greatest. Sure I'd like to plunge into what I could see and smell, to ravish the young bodies in front of me. But patience, Jake. Patience is rewarded. Amy pressed a tentative finger into Judy, then another, starting a gentle rhythmic stroke. Suddenly Judy froze, panting softly, as she came back to her surroundings. She smoothed down her skirt with a nervous glance at me and murmured something to Amy. "It's OK, honey. We can move to the bedroom if you want. But I think Jake is digging this... yeah, look at him. You don't mind, do you baby? Jake's cool. And I know he thinks you're hot. Let's keep it here. Hmmm? For me?" Judy nodded meekly, just horny and high enough to buy it. They got back into it and Amy invited me over with a glance. I set down my glass and joined them on the sofa. Amy's hand strayed back between Judy's thighs and mine soon joined. Judy must have known the next fingers that entered her were bigger and rougher than Amy's, but she didn't care. Her hips rolled a little, looking for deeper penetration and some contact with her clit. I took one breast into my mouth, Amy broke their kiss to take the other. Judy's nipples were like rubbery stones. She arched back, baring her neck, eyes shut in concentration. The rising tension in her body lifted her lovely bum from the sofa. My fingers, now three, continued to thrust. My thumb rolled her sensitive nub, which had peeked out to see what all the fuss was. A moan escaped her mouth, a flush rose on her chest, she was straining for her orgasm and just like that her eyes and mouth flashed open as it arrived. Soundless, breathless, blind, she vibrated like a harp string. We kept her at this peak. She was tense and quivering, beyond time. Slowly, gently, we let the tension ease and she came back to earth. I disengaged as Amy folded her into her arms, cooing softly and stroking her matted hair. Judy looked around in mild confusion. Gradually her breathing slowed, then deepened to a soft snore. We carried her to my bedroom to undress her fully. Oh, did you think this session was over? Yes, well, there were still two very horny people who wanted what Judy just had. The night was young. ==================== In keeping with my newfound patience, Amy and I stripped each other piece by alternating piece. She, with less to remove, was naked by the time she tugged off my briefs to free my trapped cock. Judy remained splayed on the bed as Amy took me into her mouth for a brief refresher. I admit I'd sagged a bit in the last few minutes, but Amy's soft sucking quickly restored me. She led me by the handle to Judy's inviting form. "Want to fuck her now?" "Of course I do, Amy, but I want you even more. Let her recover for a few minutes. Right now it'd be like screwing a corpse." Not that I knew what that was like, but some things you don't have to experience to understand. Amy cocked her head impishly. "A few minutes? I was hoping for at least a half an hour." I maneuvered her near the bed and urged her onto her back next to Judy, in the same splayed pose. "What the hell, I can do you both," I bragged with a grin that softened the claim. I bent to my task, licking and mouthing Amy's silky inner lips, teasing her clit from its hiding place. She stirred in response but just as she started to get into it I shifted my oral attention to Judy. I'd been right before, she was in no condition to appreciate the gesture. She did writhe a bit, but most of my effort was wasted. I shifted back to Amy, lifting her legs with my arms so my hands could reach her breasts. This also aligned her sex with my face. I tweaked and pulled and gently pinched her nipples as I tongued and lipped her sensitive spots. She responded well, her pussy lubricating in anticipation. "Oh, fuck me now, Jake. I'm so hot I could take a mule." No mules here today, so it was all on me. I stood up and lowered Amy's legs to dangle over the edge, still spread but now with her sex open and ruby with passion. I grasped my shaft and rubbed the head up and down her slit, teasing around the nub. She squirmed and bucked, searching for the angle that would lead me into her hot core. When I thought she'd worked enough I slid down and pressed all the way in with a single thrust. Her combination scream and groan was almost reward enough. Almost. I began to move. The motion was as old as man. Older, if you count monkeys. Hmmm. Mesozoic, if you count therapsids. Ok, right, you're not here for the paleontology. I fucked her, plain enough, with insistent strokes that kept her right at the brink, humping and straining for more and better contact. She really wanted to come. Our grunting and bumping must have woken Judy, because when I glanced over she was up on one elbow staring at our bodies and the place we were joined. I reached out to stroke her face and breasts and received a look of such lust I almost came right then. "She'd like you to help her come, Judy. But I don't want to stop fucking her. Any ideas?" Judy leaned in and started to lick at Amy's pussy, sometimes catching my cock as well. I slipped out of Amy and into Judy's mouth for a few strokes, then back into Amy and it was glorious to alternate like that, mouth, pussy, mouth, pussy until Amy pulled Judy's face into her and I held myself at half insertion. She came hard as Judy pressed her slippery tongue into the pleasure spots. Her pussy pulsed and squeezed so nicely I couldn't hold back. I pulled out just as my orgasm hit, spraying Amy's pussy and Judy's face with a load I'd saved up all week. What a lovely mess. I grabbed my phone and snagged a quick pic before my dick withered. This one wouldn't make it to Instagram. I did eventually fuck Judy that night, rather well if I do say so myself. The girls had even more fun, it was watching them that got me up for it. I never saw Judy again but I doubt she cared. She seemed a little guilty about enjoying sex with a guy, like she'd let down the team. Amy liked her so maybe they got it on another time. I'll have to ask. Part 2 - Casting for Cock Girls aren't the only thing we fish for, so a couple of weeks later it was Amy's turn. I have to say I'm not into sex with guys, no judgment but I'm just not wired that way. I can appreciate a big hard dick from an aesthetic point of view, but that's as far as I go. On the other hand Amy loves cock, and mine is often not enough. I guess she's had about a mile of dick in her over the years and I probably didn't account for a furlong of it. So no lesbian bar tonight. We hit one of the more upscale joints, still a meat market but with a live band and table service. There was a healthy boy-girl ratio, but even if it tilted heavily yin Amy wouldn't need to worry about competition. I parked her at a low two-top and settled in at the bar, swiveling around to take in her table and the dance floor as I sipped a peaty single-malt. It didn't take long for the bees to start buzzing around the honey. Wait, no, we were fishing. Damn metaphors. Amy knew what she wanted and didn't need my approval. Dancing was an exercise in cock selection. She didn't hit the floor with every guy who hit on her, they had to pass the qualifying round first. The ones she did dance with got a very intimate going over. I wouldn't be surprised if some lost a load under the dim lights. I was well into my second tumbler when it looked like we had a keeper. The draftee was a solid blondish specimen about Amy's age with icy blue eyes and a ski bum shagginess. They'd been snogging some at the table when Amy made it clear it was time. He balked a bit and gestured across the floor. Shit, was he here with a date? Well, that could be good or bad I suppose. But no. He was here with his brother, a slightly younger version of the same ski bum persona. I saw the introduction, and Amy's calculation. She shrugged and pointed over to me. I raised my glass in salute and slid off the stool to join them. Showtime. Older brother Bill and the younger but no less hunky Ron were a bit taken aback, and more than a little wary, when I offered my hand and said I was Amy's good friend Jake and glad to meet them. Of course they wondered what the fuck, can you blame them? Bill thought he'd scored with a gorgeous chick and only wondered how to ditch his brother. Now there were four of us around a table for two. "So, Bill, I bet you figured you'd be getting lucky tonight, am I right? Amy was giving off the signs, checking out your dick -- and whoa, are you hard over there? Amy, what did you do to this dude?" Amy looked down demurely. Demurely, if you can feature that. What a gal. "Well, I've known Amy for quite a while and I could tell from across the room that indeed you are getting lucky. She wants you. And now she wants your brother too. This could be fun as long as you don't complicate things with scruples and shit." A look passed between them. I didn't think scruples would be a problem. "You guys got a car? Follow me, we'll be in the black Lexus out front. My place isn't far." And so we went. Just like with Judy it was garage, doorman, elevator, and surprise we're in the foyer. Tunes on, plop on the sofa. Is Bob my uncle or what? Amy was slow dancing with Ron, giving him the same treatment Bill had gotten at the club, just to keep things even. And to check out the equipment, of course. He wasn't shy, or stupid. His hands were exploring Amy's ass, pulling her dainty crotch into his obvious maleness. Bill was on the edge of his seat, eyeing them intently. I was watching more casually. This was a show I'd seen before, although two guys was a new twist. Usually I was the other guy. I started imagining just how I'd fit in and came up with a few possibilities. New is nice. I like new. "So Bill, ever been in a scene like this? Watched your brother feel up a beautiful sexy girl, knowing you're both going to fuck her in a little while? Is that something you guys do?" "Uh, no man. This is like totally wild. I thought I'd have to ditch him, get him a cab or something. And Amy, jeez, who'd ever think a class act like your girlfriend was a major slut?" Two things. I couldn't let the implied insult stand, and... girlfriend? Is that what Amy was? I thought she was just bait. But we'd been partners in this for long enough that it gave me pause. "Watch it, Billy boy. Amy's no slut, she's just very sexual and adventurous. We both are. Keep a civil tongue in your head and later you can put it in her pussy." Amy was making out with Ron as they swayed. His hand was on her tit, her hand was tugging at his zipper, and before you could say jackrabbit she'd fished out a very hard cock. It's always exciting to see slim fingers clasping a stiff dick, and he had quite a stiff one. "Wow, Bill. Are you in the same league? I'm impressed, and I don't even swing that way." I think I saw relief pass over his features. "Uh, I guess. I mean, I never saw him hard before. But it looks a lot like mine. I guess." He was just a bit abashed. This was new to him, how cute. Amy had dropped to her knees to examine Ron close up. She gave a tentative lick to the fat purple head and giggled as it jumped nearly vertical. Aw, she had a toy. Which she proceeded to suck. "Why don't you help out a little, Bill? Amy's too busy to undress herself, you should give her a hand. But slow and gentle, eh?" He gave me a look, but didn't hesitate. He stood behind Amy and found some buttons to release. Soon her top was gone and we all knew she'd forgotten her bra. Again. She has the nicest tits, more than a handful but still firm and a little puffy. The boys thought so too as they fondled and tweaked them, making her nipples stand out and her pussy juice up. She kept a lip lock on Ron but groped at Bill until she found his zip. He helped by undoing his belt and slipping off his shoes, trousers and boxers. Amy jacked him slowly, savoring the hot hardness. After a few minutes she switched brothers and Ron dropped trou as well. I grabbed my phone to capture the scene I knew she'd want to remember: her first pair of penises without me. We never worried about pictures getting out. We'd trusted each other with way more than snapshots. At this point even a jaded rake like me was getting too big for my britches, so I freed the dragon from its lair. In fact I took off all the dragon's nice clothes. I didn't have a ruler and who cares anyway, but I thought I could hold my own with these two. So I held my own, and it was good. Amy tried mouthing both dicks at once, which just frustrated everybody. So she reluctantly released both men and stood to allow them to strip off her few remaining clothes. Now we were all naked and ready for the next step. Amy yanked their cranks toward the master bedroom. I tagged along. It's my bedroom, right? I had to supervise. Bait Girl Amy has moods. Sometimes she likes to lead, other times to be led. Now that she had us all together in the altogether, she went passive. She stood by the bed, beautifully of course, waiting for us to take charge. Bill and Ron weren't as tuned to her moods as I was, so I stepped up. "Lie on your back, Amy. Let your head hang over the edge so we can get our cocks down your throat. We all need some tight face fucking." She obliged, and I soon had a straight shot down her gullet. I stroked her to a sloppy gag and the boys weren't idle. They'd taken positions on either side and were playing with her breasts and pussy, fingering and sucking and tweaking until she was almost lunging back onto my dick. She had a firm grip on Bill's cock but Ron was just out of reach. I motioned for him to take my place. She gasped as I pulled away from her tonsils and gasped again each time Ron's (ok I'll say it) larger cock slid in and out of her face. I was so taken by the action that at first I didn't notice Bill climb onto the bed to position his own face at her spread-eagled pussy. He apparently had some game, because in minutes Amy was climaxing for the first of many times that night. Ron's cock in her throat caused a moment of mild asphyxia that heightened her pleasure. It was too much for Ron. He pulled out and let go with a roar and a blast of jism that could have sustained a small village had it not gone to waste on Amy's face and tits. Shame. No one called a time out. Bill mounted Amy just where she was, sliding his (and yes, I concede) substantial member deep into her dripping snatch in one smooth motion. The throat fuck had left her a little hoarse (and frankly, I don't think she'd have minded a little horse either), so it was with a deep rasp she moaned "More. More cock. Fuck me, fuck me." I know you have an image of Amy as feminine, elegant, refined. That's not all wrong. But she's also highly sexed and when her motor revs up all that goes out the window. We had to take her at her word. More cock, yes milady here you go. Bill hammered her bone-to-bone, lifting her legs as he thrust deeply into her, hitting her clit on every stroke. She croaked out another climax but Bill kept at it. I would have joined in (Ron was temporarily hors de combat) but the flailing... my god the flailing. She was as floppy as a rag doll on a mechanical bull. After a minute I realized she'd actually passed out. Bill didn't care. He fucked like a mad robot until he got his nut. He froze with her legs in the crooks of his elbows, pulsing semen like a lawn sprinkler into her unresponsive body. Way to go, my man. High fives around. Bill retired to the bathroom to wipe off the evidence and brought back a wet cloth for Amy. Since she wasn't yet back with us I did the honors, at least externally. Somewhere in there was a massive load I wasn't about to extract. Not my job. Maybe Mike Rowe would do it. I was the only one who hadn't gotten off, but unless I wanted one of the bros, and I didn't, it looked like I'd have to bide. Or hump a nominal corpse, which I'd passed on before and still had no real interest in. I brought out some dope and a platter of cold cuts and veggies for the lads. They expressed an interest so I twisted one and we toked up to let the munchies help us with the deli tray. Amy was still zonked in the bedroom but she wouldn't want us to wait. I hadn't offered drinks before, so I pointed to the bar to encourage the consumption of alcohol. It seemed such a minor vice compared to what we'd done, and would do again. We were occupied with a sports channel when Amy appeared in the doorway, her hair tousled and speckled with dried semen. She looked more enticing in my old nightshirt than most women look naked. "What do I smell? Did you guys get high without me? Bring me a vodka lime and one of everything else. I'm hungry. My pussy is sore." She swiveled back into the bedroom. We obeyed. The weed was one-hit shit so she caught up quickly. On the bed with us, she tossed back her vodka gimlet with a little grimace, nibbled some translucent prosciutto and a chunk of asiago, and gave a soft belch. "Why do you have robes on? I need to see your cocks." Well, we hadn't wanted to lounge naked together. We weren't that close, even considering what we'd just shared. But we dutifully shed the robes to expose our pitifully shrunken members. "Those will never do. I need bigger ones. Make a call, Jake. Get some real cocks over here. Big ones, lots of big ones." She was slurring a bit and her reddened eyes were droopy. "Whoa, Amy, slow down. Get out of that shirt and spread a little cheer, I'm sure we can rise to the occasion. Am I right, men?" Nods from all. She shifted on the bed and did that crossed-arm thing women do when they unshirt. With her arms stretched upward her breasts looked very inviting. Her head tilted coyly, she studied us from the toes on up, pausing at the crotch. Her gaze came to rest on Ron's face and she challenged him with a look. He started to respond. She couldn't wait. She caressed him, then gripped him as he grew, then lowered her mouth onto his semi-turgid tool. Bill and I stroked ourselves hard as she revived Ron. In no time we were all rampant again and Amy was starting to flush. Ron tried to go down on her but she demurred. "I don't need any more licks, I'm ready. I've had big brother, now I want Junior here." To be fair, I don't think she meant 'junior' as an insult. She guided Ron onto his back, then straddled him and guided Ron into herself. She oofed a little as she sank down to his balls. It was quite a sight, this graceful creature squatting on a man-sized dick. She started to move on him and we got to watch it reappear and disappear, faster and deeper, and to hear her moan with the pleasure she craved. She was rocking to involve her clit, fucking herself on what could have been a dildo for all Ron contributed. Her eyes had been squeezed shut, head thrown back and tits lightly bouncing, but now she looked directly at me and said the words I knew she would. "The lube, Jake. Get the lube." I retrieved the Astroglide from my bedside drawer. Bill was mesmerized by the raw sex but came to when he saw me shift behind the coupled bodies and apply the gel to my fingers and the crack of her ass. Amy leaned forward to take Bill's cock into her mouth, slowing her fuck rhythm and exposing her asshole to me. I don't think anyone had any doubts what was happening, but if they did all were soon dispelled. Amy released Bill long enough to express her desire. "Put it in my ass, Jake. I want two cocks in me while I suck him off. Three cocks, Jake. All my holes. Fuck me, fuck my ass while Ron fucks my pussy. Do me like th..." She couldn't continue because Bill took control of her mouth. I got one lubed finger into her bung, then two, even while she was still moving slowly on Ron. I could feel him in there through the thin wall, it was pretty close quarters. Two fingers was all it took, she was all go-go-go, so I went. Her anal ring resisted my girth for a second but luckily my dick head is slightly tapered. What, yours too? I popped in. She'd prepped for this of course. We'd known there'd be more than one cock tonight, so it was a hot dry channel I entered, made slippery by the lube. Now I could feel Ron more directly. It's an odd sensation, but not a new one or a bad one. All settled in, we fucked Amy as she needed and deserved to be, without rhythm or care, as a flesh doll to rub our cocks in. Ron plunged, I hammered, Bill stroked, Amy bobbed. You could hear her making muffled animal sounds around the dick in her face, but nothing coherent could ever come out of this seething, writhing ball of fuck. Bill went off first, flooding Amy with his second load of the night. She didn't try to swallow, she just let it drip from her face as she raised her chin and found full voice again. Which voice apparently only knew one word. Ron was next. I felt him tensing and shooting deep into Amy, setting her off once again. He lay passed out as his cock softened inside her still-milking pussy. When he was finally squeezed out, along with a remarkable amount of goo, she whimpered at the loss. Now it was all up to me. I urged her up and off Ron's limp form while still keeping a bit of me in her ass. I got her on her knees and continued doggy style, if dogs took it in the butt. Damned if she didn't get her mouth on Ron to attempt penile resuscitation. He was soon clean as a whistle but nowhere near erect. I mean, give the guy a break. I was in the home stretch and Amy was vocally egging me on, alternating between rubbing her clit and pinching her nips as I plundered her bowels. When I announced my imminent arrival she was on board, and we chugged into the station together with me in the caboose. Sorry, I wasn't expecting a railroad metaphor there. Gotta work on that. I uncorked and collapsed. Amy stretched out prone with a puddle oozing out of her shapely ass. That's the way my night ended. I clicked off the lights, leaving the three of them immobile on my bed. I went off to one of the guest suites to clean up and to rest my eyes for just a minute. That minute turned into a couple of hours. I probably would have slept right through but I had to pee. Light and sound were coming from my room so I took a peek. Yes, the kids were doing it again. Bill was supine with Amy leaning back on him, her puffy tits proud of her slim frame and firmly in his grasp. I gather Bill was in her ass, because Ron was leaning over both of them, his shiny cock pumping away at her pussy. I shook my head and stumbled back to the suite before I got pressed into service too. I'm not saying I'm getting too old for this shit, but, c'mon, it's four AM. ==================== Morning arrived and stabbed me in the eyes. Christ. The clock said ten and I believed it, but it felt like maybe two hours since I'd witnessed the trio going at it. I shucked on a robe, pissed away a little woody and headed for the kitchen to make coffee. As I passed my room I looked in to see if they were still copulating. Nothing would surprise me, but they surprised me. There was only one person in the room - a naked and splayed, semen-encrusted woman who looked just like Amy might look if she'd taken on a battalion. No Bill, no Ron, just my delicate flower, somewhat wilted at the moment. I started toward her but figured coffee came first, she'd need some too when she surfaced. The aroma must have penetrated her lizard brain because in about fifteen minutes she shuffled into the kitchen and croaked, "Coffee. Smell coffee. Give me it." A cup stabilized her, a second one allowed her to form complete sentences. By the third she was wolfing lox and eggs and feeling human again. We showered, together of course but limply and only for hygiene. A lot of splooge went down the drain that morning. Revived and energized, we sat on the sofa sipping a fresh brew. I put an arm around her to pull her close. "Have a good night?" I asked pleasantly. "Not bad, not bad at all. Got a lot of dick in a lot of places, came a ton. Those dudes were awesome. So were you. I wouldn't have planned it like that but eh, plans. Who needs plans when you've got luck." I nodded an 'Amen'. She nestled cozily against my chest and raised that precious face for a kiss. Despite the fact that I'd spent a good part of last night up to my nuts in her guts, watching, no, helping her ravishment by two indefatigable hunks, this was a more intimate moment. I remembered Bill's 'girlfriend' comment and almost said something, but instead let the moment pass. We had something special, we both knew it. Why screw it up with 'girlfriend'? We'll do this again, maybe not right away, probably not the same way, and surely not with the same fish. But always, always with the same bait. End With love from Nico, January 2015